i am not very good at taking care of myself.
instead of cutting myself some slack, i bully myself.
instead of accepting my limitations, i tell myself i should do more.
instead of getting enough rest, eating right and relaxing when i am stressed, i do the exact opposite.
instead of extending the same level of compassion and empathy to myself as i do to others, i expect perfection from myself...
...and lord/goddess/buddha/insert-preferred-deity-here help me, i know i am not perfect.
tomorrow night is my appointment at my new health club with a personal trainer so he can exercise me to death.
wednesday night is visit to therapist #4 for therapy round #4 since my 21st year to attempt to stop this downward psychological slide in its tracks.
thursday is nose day. *shudder*...nasal biopsy...*shudder*
friday, hopefully, will be date night with bunny...a real date night.
saturday...well, i don't know.
i'm tired. i wish a bubble bath were all it took to make everything better.
2 comments:
Why can't it be?
because, i and our life are not that simple and you know it.
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